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Her eyes dilated, and her hands very slowly rose to press her teht face the cup of tre for her

"Molly!" she said, beneath her breath

He nodded "Well, Death had gathered the flower Accident threw across

my path a tinier blossom, a helpless child Save you then, care for you

then, I must, or I had been not man, but monster Did I care for you

tenderly, Audrey? Did I make you love me with all your childish heart? Did

I become to you father and mother and sister and fairy prince? Then what

were you to , too fine

in all herthat Nature had

placed in thatof her own A child that one

ard with fondness and some pity,--what is called a dear child

Moreover, a child whose life I had saved, and to who, not hard of heart, sedulous to fold back to